Yajamahe Parshwanath Stotram -

(A Hymn of Reverence to the Serene Lord)

Yajamahe the lotus-eyed, the calm and pure, Whose canopy of seven hoods makes fear obscure. O Lord of snakes, destroyer of inner night, We bow to you, the source of wisdom’s light. Yajamahe Parshwanath Stotram

Yajamahe the prince who left the golden throne, To sit in silence, motionless, alone. Through direst pain, with equanimous grace, The effulgent one, the refuge of our race. (A Hymn of Reverence to the Serene Lord)